The Ex and Her Riches

Of course, the protagonist was merely Whitney. Even if these people were audacious, they wouldn’t dare to plot against Charles, unless they no longer wished to keep their job.

Moreover, Charles never stood up for Whitney, nor did he ever intervene in these matters these days, which further fueled the spread of the rumors.

That noon, a few people gathered in the restroom, and started a discussion about this matter.

“I wonder how Whitney has the nerve to stick around Mr. Newton. If it were me, I would have handed in my resignation long ago.”

“Well, I think she just wants to become Mrs. Newton, so she won’t let go that easily. Hence, being the CEO’s assistant is the first step to getting close to the CEO. Do you think she’s foolish?”

“She should really take a good look at herself and see if she’s even destined for such greatness. And who does she think she has her eyes on? She’s seriously deluded if she thinks she’s a phoenix.”

“Hehe, well, this is great. It is just as expected that she got kicked by Mr. Newton.”

“If it were me, I would dutifully go to work, earn a living, and marry a man who matches my social status. The key is to know one’s place.”

They were all chattering away by the sink, completely unaware that the person they were talking about was right behind them in the stall.

As Whitney listened to their conversation, she couldn’t help but clench her fists.

She felt a slight urge to go out and pick a fight with those gossipmongers,

But reason told her, she shouldn’t.

Charles held a high reputation within the company. If she were to leave now, it might look bad.

Once the noise outside the door had subsided, Whitney finally opened the partition door, ready to leave. However, when she tried to open the bathroom door, she found it had been locked from the outside.

No matter how she turned the handle, it just wouldn’t open.

Did those people from earlier do it on purpose?

Whitney pressed her face against the door frame and called out, “Is anyone there? I’m locked. in here. Could you please help me open the door?”

Once the door was locked from the outside, there was no way to open it from the inside.

Whitney pounded on the door with all her might, but the outside remained eerily silent, with no signs of anyone coming or going.

She glanced at the time and saw that it was the lunch break. Most of the employees should bet taking their afternoon nap, so there were very few people coming to the restroom.

On top of that, Whitney had already had enough of these people’s gossip. This time, she deliberately chose a more secluded restroom, but she didn’t expect to encounter such a situation…

to call for help, only to find there was no signal. Now, all she could do was wait.

the door again, calling out for

think of a way when, with a sudden splash, a bucket of icy cold

hair instantly became wet, and stuck to her face.

so she was shivering to her

herself, the corners of her eyes slightly reddened. Then, she pulled out her phone once again as she

there was a signal.

she realized that she didn’t have a single friend in the company. The only person she had

that day as she was

one who could offer her help

this, Whitney never

she finally decided to call

Isaac’s questioning voice came through immediately.

“What’s wrong?”

the twenty-first floor.

I’ll bring someone over right away.”

the phone, Whitney leaned against the bathroom wall for support, feeling unwell from head to toe.

exhaust fan made her feel cold, so she could only hug

water overflowing from the bathroom. The bathroom door lock had been maliciously sealed with tape.

locksmith to pry open

she was losing her mind and seeing

his own coat, intending to drape it over

crossed paths with her

be

very

tightly, her figure trembling slightly

This place was in a blind spot for surveillance, and with the constant flux of people coming and going, it was impossible to determine who was responsible for

rumors at the company, Isaac furrowed his

determined to get to the bottom of this matter.

Whitney to tightly wrap her arms.

returned to the top floor office area. Whitney’s gaze just happened to meet with Charles, who was coming out

head. She walked past

her mentally and physically exhausted, with no energy to focus on her work. She was

reprimands towards her didn’t lessen at all. She was truly exhausted, both mentally

compared to the chill

if her body was about to reach its limit, as if she could hardly hold on any longer.